I'm in my late teens and have basically no social life. As weird as it may sound, I'm closer to my dad's friends than people my age. Have I been bullied for my loner lifestyle? Of course I have. But my dad raised me to not give a shit what people think - though it's not always that simple. I prefer headphones and hockey to most social interactions. I spend a lot of time shooting pucks in the alley near my house. Today is no different.

With my headphones playing music way too loud, I shoot my couple of street pucks towards a spare trunk my dad let's me borrow. Getting extremely consumed in the song, I accidentally fling the puck past the makeshift goal and into the street. At least there's no broken glass. I rush out of the alley to retrieve the hard disc.

I crouch down and pick it up, preparing to continue as usual. However, when I stand up, I notice a group of familiar hockey kids getting harassed by a trio of teens my age. Knowing how it feels to be in that situation - and my father's history - I refuse to stand idly by. Unbeknownst to them, I approach the cake-eaters from behind them, putting my headphones around my neck as I walk over.

"Leave them alone." I demand.

"What are you gonna do about it, freak?" One of them sneers.

"Gonna snitch to your dumb dad again?" Another spits.

"Yeah, it's not like you have any friends." The final one scoffs.

In a blind rage, I grab the second guy by the collar - gripping it so tight that my knuckles almost turn white. Using all my strength, I throw him against the nearby dumpster and shove his moronic friends at him - knocking them all to the ground.

"Don't you ever talk shit about my dad!" I shout.

"Let's get outta here!" The ringleader yells.

"Weirdo!"

As I stand with the group watching the trio flee the scene, I don't need a mirror to know I have a face like thunder. People can say whatever they want about me, but nobody gets to disrespect my dad.

"Thanks, Y/N." Evan expresses a collective gratitude.

"Yeah, thanks." The others scatter their thanks. I just give them a small nod of acknowledgement before putting my headphones back on and returning to the alley.

Cut to lunch the next day...

When I got home last night, I told my dad about the incident in the alley. It was a blast from his past as he showed his pride. Uncle Portman's mind was blown by the continuation of me proving to be my father's mini-me. Most teenagers rebel against their parents, but I have no real reason to - my dad is the best.

Despite my brief stint as a vigilante, school remains the same as every other day. With lunch rolling around, I sit alone at my regular table as per usual. As I eat my lunch and read a text from Guy about babysitting for him and Connie tonight, I sense that I'm no longer alone. I look up to see the young hockey team crowded around the table.

"Can we sit here?" Maya asks.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." I agree, caught off guard.

"Cool, thanks."

"Hey, thanks again for saving us yesterday." Evan speaks up as they all sit down.

"Don't mention it."

"It was so cool, you were like Batman or Daredevil!" Nick shows his nerdiness.

"We saw you practicing hockey - do you know how to skate?" Sophie questions.

"I'm not the best at it, but yeah, I can skate." I respond - still unnerved by the sudden social situation.

"You on a team?" Evan continues the line of questioning.

"Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn't eat lunch alone every day." I laugh a little in my awkwardness.

"I hear ya." Nick chimes in as Koob nods. There's a brief moment of silence as everyone has food in their mouths before the conversation continues.

"Y/N, I like your bandana." Evan complements an important item.

"Me too." Sophie agrees.

"Same! I feel like we don't see them that much anymore." Maya, the fashion expert, adds

"Thanks, it was my dad's in the 90s. As a kid, I always stole it, so he gave it to me for my birthday a couple years ago - like passing on the torch." I explain, feeling a little more comfortable with the topic.

"Aw, that's cute."

"Any chance we know your dad? You know, because it's not a huge town." Evan asks - not sure why.

"Maybe, if you're a fan of local history." I shrug.

"What do you mean?" Nick shares their confusion.

"He was an important hockey player around here in the 90s."

"What's your last name?" Evan thinks he's on to something.

"Reed."

"Wait, Y/N, is your dad Fulton Reed?" His eyes widen.

"Yeah." I chuckle at his reaction.

"Is he that tall dude we've met a few times from the old team?" Maya asks for clarification.

"Yeah, the original Bash Brother! He's a great dude." Nick praises my dad, putting a smile on my face.

"Didn't know you guys had met him."

"Why didn't you tell us your dad is Fulton Reed?" Evan is in shock.

"You never asked." I laugh and shrug.

"If an original Mighty Duck was my dad, I'd tell everyone, even strangers." Evan fanboys over my dad.

"I'll let him know he's got a fan club." I joke.

"I've gotta ask, are the Bash Brothers still friends?" I guess my dad didn't tell them too much.

"Are you kidding?" I laugh. "He works with Portman on the same construction crew - plus he lives with us. And they talk to Ken constantly. When my mom died, Dean moved in to help him raise me. With Connie and Guy living round the corner, I've still had a female role model. Do you know about the band? " I start to have fun with it to quickly go back on my moment of vulnerability.

"What band?" Sophie is intrigued.

"There's a band?" Nick joins the excitement.

"Yeah, back in college they did local gigs for money. Portman played drums, my dad took bass and Kenny took guitar and main vocals. Every time Ken comes to town, they break out the instruments. While he's gone, I take his spot and we jam out on the weekends."

"That sound so fun!" Evan exclaims.

"Oh, it's great! I've got plenty of stories about the whole team that I'm sure will come out sooner or later."

"Speaking of teams, do you wanna join our team?" Evan offers.

"Aren't I a little old?" I ask, unsure what the restrictions are.

"Not at all! We consider you a friend now - so if you wanna join, we'd love to have you." Evan tries to convince me.

"Plus we could use a good enforcer." Sophie adds.

"Are you just asking because of who my dad is?" I begin to doubt myself.

"Of course not. We love your dad, but you're your own person and you clearly have the hockey skills." Nick eases my mind.

"What are you guys called anyway? Wasn't it Don't Bother or something?" I recall my dad's tales.

"It used to be." Maya partially confirms.

"We're actually the Mighty Ducks now." Evan informs me.

"Of course you are." I laugh in disbelief - this is crazy.

"So, are you in?" Evan pushes for an answer as the others stare with hope.

"Well, I can't say no now." I confirm my place on the roster, causing a mini celebration. "I guess I'm like your big sister now. I just want you to know that I'll look out for you guys on and off the ice from now on. If anyone messes with you, they'll have to go through me. That's a promise - and the Reed's keep their promises because we're too loyal for our own good." I make a vow.

"On behalf of us all, thank you!" Nick seems relieved to have a bodyguard.

"It's good to have you as a friend and teammate." Sophie welcomes me in.

"And to have another girl on the team." Maya adds.

"You wanna go to our rink and practise after school?" Evan is eager to further the team.

"Sorry, I can't tonight. I have to babysit for Connie and Guy - and I think Averman is meant to be picking something up. But I should be free tomorrow."

"Awesome! The team just got 10 times better."

Cut to after school...

I never go straight home unless I absolutely have to. Despite declining going to the rink for those reasons, I go right to the alley. It always helps to blow off some steam, especially after the hellscape that is school. Even though today had it's unexpected but pleasant twist, I've just gotten used to taking a b-line to the alley. So, that's where I stay for 45 minutes before heading home. When I walk through the door, I call out to my dad and godfather.

"There's my favourite goddaughter!" Portman appears out of nowhere and ruffles my hair to the point that it almost resembles a birds nest.

"I'm your only goddaughter because nobody else was stupid enough to give you that role." I snipe jokingly as I fix my hair.

"Love you too." We exchange sarcastic smiles before wandering to the kitchen in search of my dad.

"Hey, kiddo, how was school?" He greets me with a warm smile and a hug as he drops what he's doing.

"Well, I'm a Mighty Duck now."

"What?"

"Being a Duck is your birthright - you were born a Duck." Portman gets dramatic.

"I know that. I mean, I'm the new enforcer for the hockey team. You've met them apparently."

"Yeah, I know them. You're gonna play hockey?" Dad's face lights up at the sound of me carrying on his legacy on ice.

"Yeah, I'm the new Bash Brother on the team." I grin with pride.

"You're on a hockey team?" Dean can't believe my new level of social interaction.

"I'm on THE hockey team."

"That's my little goon." He goes to mess up my hair again, but I swat his hand away.

"That's awesome, sweetheart!"

"I bet they'll feel untouchable with you around." Dean reflects on his years as an active Duck.

"Well, I've already saved their asses once this week." I quip on reality.

"Your mom would be so proud of you - we certainly are."

"Absolutely." Portman confirms.

"Thanks, guys." I hug my dad, trying not to cry as Dean joins the hug from the other side.

"We love you, honey."

"Love you too."

"What time do Connie and Guy need you?" Dad asks as we break the group hug.

"Uh, about an hour." I answer after checking the time and realising that Charlie is coming here after I've left.

"What are you doing for dinner?"

"I was just gonna order pizza." I shrug.

"Want me to give you some money for it?"

"Nah, Guy said he'd leave me some." I decline the offer.

"You want me to drop you off?" Dean offers.

"No, thanks - it's only a 10 minute walk."

"Yeah, no, I'm dropping you off and I'll pick you up later." He insists. Despite my status as a new age Bash Brother, Portman is still worried that something might happen to me on the short walk.

"Fine, but you have to punch Conway for me when he shows up."

"Why?" Dad asks with some concern.

"He knows what he did."

"Deal." Dean shakes on the agreement.

Today has definitely been a weird one. Who would've thought the Ducks would be why I'm starting to have a social life? I guess it's true what they say. Like father, like daughter.